Winter step on ground
And I don't hear sound.
I look at the eyes of silent
And feel winter's violent.
My blood's like ice.
Snow caught me in vise.
Wind are reading a pray:
"Sleep. There's no way..."
"Wake up and run!"
Has cried light of sun.
And dark came back again
I lost my finish pain...
Winter melancholy
© Copyright: Кирилин Павел, 2019
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